"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up!"
A sharp voice called repeatedly in his ears, and Xiao Yanci's consciousness emerged from the darkness little by little.
He opened his eyes and saw an anxious face. The man was about forty years old, wearing a gray-blue robe, his hair was tied up meticulously, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Your Majesty! You are finally awake! This old slave is so anxious!"
Xiao Yanci felt like countless needles were pricking his mind. He instinctively wanted to sit up, but his whole body was so sore that it felt like he had been beaten from head to toe with a stick.
"I... Where is this?"
When he spoke, his voice was too dry to be his own.
"Your Majesty, this is your dormitory! You drank too much last night and fell on the steps. You were unconscious for a whole day and night."
One day and one night?
Xiao Yanci's head felt like it had been filled with paste, but then, a huge flow of information poured into his mind.
He is not Xiao Yanci.
In other words, he is not the Xiao Yanci of this world.
